Lorraine Beatty - Their Family Legacy

Jake had kept an eye on Annie throughout the meeting, but particularly when Sharee announced the committee teams. The look on Annie’s face had said it all. She was not happy about the assignment. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit that she was uncomfortable around him. He wasn’t the monster she probably had imagined him to be. He hated to think what her aunt had said about him. Unfortunately, they were now neighbors and colleagues. For whatever reason, they’d been thrown together, and the only way to deal with that was to get along.

He approached her as she was gathering up her things. “Looks like we’re partners.”

She shook her head. “This isn’t going to work. We can’t be on a committee together when we have this... I mean, since you’re...because of...”

Jake knew what she was trying to say. She couldn’t see past the accident. “If this is too uncomfortable for you, I’ll speak to Sharee and have her put you on another committee.”

Annie touched her temple as if trying to sooth a headache. “No. That would only create questions neither one of us want to answer.” Her eyes held confusion and doubt. “How much work will this committee require? I have two boys to take care of and a house full of clutter that’ll take a year to clear out.”

Jake sympathized, but working on the carnival was something expected of all the teachers and staff. “This carnival is a big deal around here. Everyone pulls their weight. Unfortunately, the publicity committee is one of the most important and takes the most time. There are permits to acquire, flyers and banners to design, and then we’ll have to canvas local businesses for donations and sell ads.”

Annie sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I had no idea.”

“That’s why everyone laughed when we were put on the committee. We drew the short straw.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “When do we have to start?”

“Right away. We have to have the permits in place sixty days before the event. That means we’re already pushing the clock.”

She pressed her lips together in a tight line. “All right. Where do we have to go?”

Even irritated to the max, she was a very attractive woman. “The courthouse, and it closes at 4:30 p.m. It’s already three.”

She frowned. “Can’t you take care of that and we’ll tackle the other things in a day or so?”

She really didn’t want to spend time with him. “Afraid not. It takes two signatures on the applications.”

“Fine. But I can’t be late getting home.”

“No problem. It won’t take long. I’ll get the list of the necessary permits from Sharee, then we can get started.” Sharee had everything lying on the edge of her desk. He picked it up and joined Annie in the hall. She stared at the thick stack of papers he held.

“Do we need that many permits?”

He shook his head. “No. These are our committee packets. All the things we need to do our job. You ready?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yes, Annie, you do. I told you I can get you onto another committee.” He watched her mull over the idea. Would she seize the opportunity to walk away? The defiant lift of her chin was his answer.

“No. It’s fine. I don’t want to be seen as the new teacher who couldn’t be a team player. Besides, I never walk away from my responsibilities.” She turned and walked ahead of him and out of the building.

This was the second time he’d given her an out and she hadn’t taken it. Why?

Jake walked to his SUV, unlocking the door with his key fob as they approached. He opened the driver’s side door, but Annie had stopped a few feet away, her blue eyes wary.

He stared at her, puzzled. “Something wrong?” It hit him then. She was afraid to get in the car with him. He set his jaw. “We can take your car if you’d rather drive.”

A look of chagrin passed over her face. “No. You know your way around town. I don’t.” Reluctantly she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up.

Settled in behind the wheel, he cranked the engine, suddenly aware of her sweet fragrance permeating the air. He stole a quick glance. Annie sat pressed against the passenger-side door as if ready to jump out at any moment. He set his jaw. Her aunt had painted him with a very black brush. Suddenly it became important to prove her wrong.

“I won’t bite you. I promise.” Her cheeks turned a very pretty shade of pink and she quickly looked away, though she kept stealing quick peeks at him as he drove. “Go ahead.”

“What?”

“I can practically hear the questions rattling around in your head. Go ahead and ask them before you burst.”

She took her time replying. “You’re not what I expected.”

He uttered a small grunt of amusement. “Let me guess. You expected a tattooed, earring-wearing biker dude with a chip on his shoulder.”

She looked away.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s what everyone expects of a foster kid.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to appear so unfeeling,”

The pity in her tone scraped across every nerve. He gripped the wheel a little tighter. “No need.” Jake pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the county courthouse and got out.

Annie joined him, walking stiffly at his side. He pulled open the large wooden door and they stepped from the humid August air into the cool interior. After checking the directory, they took the stairs to the office on the second floor.

Jake requested the permits and took the applications to a nearby table. “How’s your handwriting? Mine isn’t so hot. You should probably fill them out.”

“Okay, but you’ll have to tell me what to put down.”

Jake pulled up a chair as close to hers as he could, leaning toward her so he could give her the information she needed. Too late he realized his mistake. His closeness made him acutely aware of her silky hair brushing her shoulders. Everything about her screamed femininity. Even her handwriting as she wrote was filled with curvy, ladylike strokes. He had a hard time believing she was as vindictive as her aunt. No one who looked like a fresh spring day could have a black heart.

Paperwork complete, Jake returned it to the desk. “Next up, utility permits.”

“Where’s that?”

“Down the hall.” Annie stepped over to the water fountain while he continued on. He inhaled a deep breath, welcoming the brief separation. Being close to her did strange things to his senses, and he didn’t welcome the feelings that stirred up. Women hadn’t played a part in his life since Crystal had canceled their wedding a week before the ceremony.

A man approached him as he neared the office door.

“Jake. Good to see you.”

Jake grinned and grasped his hand. “Same here, Judge.”

“I was sorry to hear your sentence was extended. I’d hoped with Mrs. Owens passing that would all end. I’ve always regretted that arrangement but at the time, well...” He patted Jake on the shoulder. “I’ll keep you in my prayers, son.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Annie met Jake’s gaze and then quickly looked away, but not before he saw the questions flare up in her blue eyes. He pushed open the office door and took care of the permits.

Back in the SUV Annie fell silent again and he noticed her rubbing her thumbnail, a gesture he suspected meant she was either stressed or confused. “I feel more questions coming on.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you get all quiet and tense and you worry your thumb.” She quickly clasped her hands in her lap.

She was silent a long moment before speaking. “The man you spoke with.”

“Judge Rankin. He worked out my sentence with your aunt and uncle.”

“He sounded like he regretted it. Do you?”